This is for the hustlas hustlas . . .

That's the way that we hustle 'cause we struggle everyday [everyday . . .].

Pain . . . so much pain.



Come follow me. Now back in the day we still was thuggin' nothin' changed.

Always into somethin' whatever you name it. Young thug with my niggas is one

love. Lil' bad ass niggas sneaky a calm collected slickster. I might not

have been on the scene but you can believe I was in the picture. In the

mixture, sellin' llello, scrappin', carjackin', gunpackin'. I'm lackin'

everything you can imagine so I'm prayin', rappin', they'd get me outta this

jam, damn just gimme a chance. I'll keep 'em dancin' [dancin'] all night [all

night]. When times get harder and harder, my dreams got further and further

away. And nigga, I chased 'em, but couldn't catch 'em to save my life. So now

I'm thuggin' on this corner. I gotta increase my financial status. I chanced

it, fuckin' with these rollers when they roll up. Yeah, don't wanna be locked

in no cell, but I also can't take strippings and be broke with no mail. Oh, yes

it's hell, and they say that gets easier, but to me it !

only got deeper and deeper.



That's the way that we hustle, 'cause we struggle everyday [everyday . . .].

Pain . . . so much pain.



Just turned eightteen and caught my first case: incarcerated--caught with a

twelve gauge. Tryin' to come up with some money and made a stupid-ass

mistake--could have been my niggas fate. Fuckin' with shotguns, we out to rob

some niggas. I'm drunk. I'm pumped. I made a mistake and popped him. Now, he

bleedin', I see blood. Damn, get to the doctor. Nigga, don't rest in peace.

Doctor's took him to emergency. Coppers came and arrested me. Not knowin' if

my nigga had made it alive and was well, I tossed and turned in my cell, annoyed

and sweatin' like hell. Praise to the lord, and I hope you hear me. And I hope

you feel me. I ain't mean to. Really. Really. I ain't mean it. I know you

seen it. I finally spoke to my nigga. He lifted up and recovered and pressed

no charges. Wait, the state done picked it up, and I gotta trial in a month.

Fuck! And the judge ain't tryin' to give me no love, 'cause it was my first

offense, but he just thinkin' he lockin' up a thug [!

up a thug]. So, now I'm cuffed up on the bus and ridin' down '71. Ain't no

fun, no fun, no fun . . .



That's the way that we hustle, 'cause we struggle everyday [everyday . . .].

Pain . . . so much pain.



Now, I'm locked inside this prison system, bitten, count days left on my

sentence. Now I can say that I've been here, but I sure ain't gon' come back

here. Uh-uh. The day they release me, I'm goin' home. I can cope, but I can't

adjust. These fuckin' steel doors drivin' me nuts. My last month, I'm ready to

move out. I'm sure. Stay on the low: I listen to thug stories, and be trippin'

on niggas love stories. I'm fin to get out of this muthafucka--heard 'em call

out my name: 250-2-2-58. Pack up your shit; it's your day. Jumped out my bunk,

give all my shit to my niggas. In fact, I left everything that I had back in

jail but my raps. I'm on the streets now. Scene unchanged--niggas still the

same. I ain't fuckin' with you bustas, 'cause I'm tryin' to make a change. I

got with the real dogs, and we was schemin' on the mill, y'all. So we had to

chill on y'all. Get out of Cleveland, if we planned to achieve it. So we

planned it with Eazy on Greyhound, and now we lea!

vin'.



That's the way that we hustle, 'cause we struggle everyday [everyday . . .].

Pain . . . so much pain